Nadia was nervous, the girl had never taught before. There was always a first for everything, right? A small sigh escaped her lipstick covered lips. She would give anything to be dancing right now, to be there up on stage, her body floating around weightlessly. But alas, a severely injured ankle left her with no other option but to pick up a new profession. The ballerina could still dance, but not as intensely as she was before.
Her small dancer's body frame sat on a chair behind her desk that she had conjured up, looking over her class roster. There was a Effy Kahn, Cyryl Maurycy and the list continued.
After conjuring up one wide, long table and seats all around it, she patiently waited for the class to arrive.
